Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The feudal nobles, consuls, and affairs officials were able to abandon their homes and careers and flee after hearing the news, because these people had a way of life when they fled.

It is really painful for the nobles to lose their fiefs, but as long as the titles are still there, there is no need to worry about the chance to make a comeback; Go back to your own fief.

If you are reluctant to run away from your family property...the unlucky nobles in Inadler and Adler who were dragged out for trial, hanged on the gallows or dragged to build roads are their role models.

It is the nature of people to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and those who choose the latter are called losing their minds.

Consuls and affairs officers more or less have "upper contacts", or are originally servants of noble families; they have connections, money on hand, and professional skills, so they don't have to worry about their way out wherever they go. It's better than staying in the local area Captured by the undead to build roads.

These people have a way out and can make choices, but the local "wild" sects have no choice.

There are really few places like Taqia collar that are engaged in the worship of alien gods, appeasement and connivance, and even secretly support the activities of "wild" sects.

Even in the Adler Land during the Ezekiel family's rule, the "Whisperers" sect was the official target of attack, and they would be killed if they dared to show their heads--the "wild" sect used to be the emperor in Taqia Land, How can I accept living a life of fear and fear like my counterparts from other places? !

A rich man who looks like a rich businessman without any religious temperament is completely unacceptable.

It's a pity...it's useless if you don't accept it, the undead don't follow their expected routine at all!

The ambush traps that the three sects had managed to set up were completely useless, and that was all. What was even worse was that the gang of undead still bypassed the "heavily armed" avenue and went to steal their village strongholds one by one!

"Those trash, don't you remember what I said, the undead will take the villagers as threats when they come to the door, do you have to be afraid of those broken bones if you have hostages!"

Loudly urging the believers to load the property they had accumulated over the years into the hastily vacated caravan, the rich man cursed the people underneath for forgetting his advice while clutching his sore chest.

The pope of the "Ms. Pleasure" sect naturally wouldn't "sympathize" with the difficulties of his subordinates...

The undead come as soon as they say it, and there are many thieves (the player team is mostly around a hundred people); the villagers are first frightened by the large number of undead entering the village and run away. Help the undead, the language barrier!

The believers rooted in the countryside cannot be quiet when they are captured by the undead. Some threaten to slaughter the village for revenge, some claim that the god of sacrifice will come to punish them, and some cry bitterly and want to bribe their lives. How can they catch their skeletons? The shelf didn't respond at all, and thought they were noisy...

The rich man can only feel sorry for his foundation - his wealth, his territory!

The Pleasure Sect has developed in Rob Town for many years, and the local nobles and officials all acquiesced to the "governance rights" of the Pleasure Sect in the countryside; Where else can I find it!

As long as the rich man thinks of this, his heart will bleed.

The situation has deteriorated to this point, no matter how distressed it is, it is useless to pack all the soft and soft things that can be taken away from the headquarters, and the rich man ignores the darkening sky, and immediately urges everyone in the headquarters to leave.

"The nobles in Creek City can't escape like Lars City. They have to resist for a while. Take this opportunity to rush to the city and leave by boat!"

Stuffing his obese body into the caravan full of luggage boxes, the rich man urged to set off quickly while thinking about the way forward.

Only Lars City and Creek City have ports in Tachia Territory. Lars City is definitely not allowed to go. The only port that can be used as an escape port is Creek City.

What a rich man has to consider is whether to flee to the capital or go abroad.

Instinctively, he is reluctant to go to foreign countries. No matter where foreigners go, they will inevitably be discriminated against. When the Rhinelanders themselves bully foreigners, he bullies them very much. He doesn’t think he can lead people out What a mix.

But going to the capital...is also risky.

That hateful black mage who brought in the undead conquered most of the Rhine Kingdom in just a few years. Who knows if that bastard will also lead troops to the capital?

Wouldn't that be another great escape?

Before the caravan drove out of the town, the rich man made a painful decision... Forget it, the Rhine Kingdom will "fall" sooner or later, let's go abroad!

Going outside to be a "outsider" is hard enough, but it's better than living in fear!

In addition, many people were called back to "ambush" the undead before, and they were taken away. He, an "outsider", is not something anyone can bully!

Feeling that he saw the hopeful rich man again, he raised the curtain of the caravan and directed the subordinates who were coachmen to drive the caravan out of town.

As soon as the caravan drove out of the town, the subordinates trotting around the caravan suddenly screamed.

"What are you screaming for?!" The rich man who was suffocating in his heart was so angry that he pulled the curtain of the car and shouted outside.

Seeing the situation outside, the rich man's next sentence of reprimand immediately stuck in his throat, and his eyes, which were squeezed into slits by the fat, were instantly rounded.

Outside the town... it's full of undead!

On the road, in the wheat fields on both sides of the road, on the grass, in the woods, and even on the hills in the distance, there are densely packed undead running around!

The believers of the Joy Sect who stayed outside the town to "arm up their defenses" were chased by thousands of undead all over the mountains and plains, and had no way to go to the sky or enter the earth...

The rich man is completely stupid.

After recovering from his stupefaction, the rich man even changed his tone of voice: "Hui Hui, Hui Hui! Go back to town! Hurry up and turn around!"

On the side of the road not far from the gate of the town, the player who was arranged to stay here to guard the captives glanced in the direction of the gate of the town.

The horse-drawn carriage surrounded by a large group of entourages was frightened by the undead after leaving the town, and they turned around in a hurry... It seemed like a normal "atmosphere group" reaction.

The identification technique was thrown out, and what was displayed was only the ordinary yellow font "Rob Town Citizen".

The player guarding the captive immediately lost interest, and turned back to look at the friends who were busy looting the "wild monsters".

That's right, it's looting...

The hundreds of believers brought back by the Pleasure Sect to protect the lair are not a threat at all to the players.

What really raised the player's blood pressure was that this group of "wild monsters" with a big red name (it was shown as a red name after being witnessed by Yang Qiu) squatted outside the town generously, and at the same time, they were rushed by more than a dozen teams from different directions Discover……

It is of course a happy thing to meet such a large group of fat wild monsters, but it is very unpleasant to find that there are N competitors in the group.

As a result, it has developed into the current scene where players PK, obstruct, harass each other, and loot "wild monsters" by the way - if there is no competition between players, this "wild monster" would have been long ago The player took it.

The Pope of the Pleasure Sect, who was in a hurry and didn't notice that the undead army was causing "internal strife" and was only thinking about escaping, saw that the coachman was sweating profusely and couldn't complete the U-turn in this narrow place at the gate of the town, so he had to He jumped out of the car cursingly, while watching in horror the group of undead not far away who seemed to have not noticed them, while yelling at his subordinates to carry the car and turn around.

This group of guys was busy around the caravan full of sect goods, and the group of captives guarded by the players saw the "stalwart" and outstanding figure of the Pope, struggling and shouting: "Help! Help me! My Lord Pope! My Lord Pope——!"

The dozen or so players guarding the captives couldn't understand what the captives were shouting and remained motionless.

But Yang Qiu, who was watching the scuffle at the town gate through the player's vision, understood.

So... the group of people who were anxiously carrying the heavy caravan at the gate of the town and turning around, only the player could see the yellow word "Rob Town Citizens" above their heads flickered, and changed it to "Suspicious Cultist"...

Inside the caravan, the caravan full of goods that could not be identified by the player and were only displayed as "set boards" were also listed by category with item names and NPC recycling prices...

"Fuck! There are monsters over there!" The player who stayed on the side of the road to guard the captives was shocked, and quickly swiped the screen in his team, "Boss, boss! There are also monsters in the town! There are a group of them at the gate of the town! They are very fat !"

In the wheat field, I was burying my head in PKing monsters and pulling the hair out of your leg. Seeing the information in the team channel, I took the time to switch to the team command channel very responsibly, and spoke in my blood alliance group to remind my family: "I didn't get it!" Weird idea, there is a group of particularly fat monsters at the gate of the town! The nearby teams hurry over!!"

It's still not the peak time for players to be online, but near noon, the number of people online is much higher than in the morning, and the large group of the Lahongo Blood League has expanded to more than 600 people online.

The team led by the girl addicted to learning is far away from Rob Town. The last batch arrived. When they arrived, there were more people than strange people. They were in a state of drawing their swords and looking around. Seeing the reminder from the allies, they rushed over without hesitation... …

With the speed of Bolt per player, before the Joyful Pope finished tossing the two overweight caravans, a large number of undead rushed towards them.

"Hateful ah ah ah—!"

The rich man almost went crazy. At the critical moment of life and death, he had to abandon the carriage full of goods and run to the town with his life.

The subordinates at the headquarters are not as hard-headed as the low-level believers. None of them are willing to fight for the sect's property, and they all escape with the rich men.

"Wow hahahaha! It's better to come early than coincidentally. Nima has a lot of props and is so fat!"

Indulging in studying and passing by the gate of the town, he glanced at the identification technique, and the dense prop information directly covered his field of vision. He almost died laughing on the spot. He couldn't even care about the fleeing wild monsters. He hugged the caravan tightly with both hands: "Get rich! Get rich! Don’t worry about being weird, hurry up and push the cart with your hands, push this precious cart inside, don’t let anyone find out and grab it!”

Players from the hundred-member group swarmed up, and the monsters stopped chasing, and directly pushed the caravan full of props to a secluded place in the town...

It is difficult to really block information within the player group, and the fact that the latecomers are obsessed with learning and grabbing a car full of goods as soon as they make a move spread throughout the dozen or so teams fighting on the scene within 2 minutes.

The group of players who were still in the PK melee after the wild monsters were taken away couldn't care about the anger caused by the friction during the monsters, they took the prisoners they had snatched, and rushed into the town in a hurry, for fear that they would not even get soup if they fell behind drink.

After parting from the Pleasure Sect, the old man with the hook nose and the skinny woman who had to go back to the hiding place in the town to hide temporarily before they had time to go out of the town were blocked by the undead outside the town. Then I found that the whole town was full of undead...

"Damn, hell! Why did the Church of Joy arrange so many people outside the town? Isn't this purposely attracting the undead!" The hooked-nosed old man was furious.

At the same moment, the town hall.

Illusionist Sadir, Weber, fire mage Lamantha, and the three court mages stood stiffly and dull in the lobby on the first floor, watching the endless stream of undead carrying heretics whose hands and feet were tied up one after another. , carrying a backpack and a backpack of belongings, rushed into the yard in a hurry...